Melodious Quench

In the small village of Jhansi, there lived simple happy friendly people. They all knew each other and helped each other whenever and in whatever way possible. In that village lived a small boy Manas with his grandmother. His parents died in an accident when he was 6 months old. He never saw his parents, he never knew what a mother's warmth and a father's pat felt like, he only had one old photographer of his parents when they first went to town for their 2nd wedding anniversary. To him, his grandmother was his world. His mother, his father, his friend, his teacher everything. 

After his parent's death, whenever he cried or woke up at night all scared his grandmother sung his song to calm him down. She sang every morning with the birds chirping, with the wind blowing, also with the raindrops hitting the ground. Also when little Manas dropped his plates and started crying. She always made a happy calming song whether the tune is noisy or calming. This way Manas grew up singing Happy songs to every tune he heard. 

The grandmother owned a small shop of grilled corn drinks and pancakes. He went there with her every day. He was the smallest and the most attractive vendor in the village. People flocked to grandmother's shop just to listen to him sing happy songs and play around with every sound they made. 

As he grew older his grandmother wished that he could into a great institution to learn music and become a great musician. His grandmother worked hard and collected some money and with the help of the kind, villagers sent Manas to the town to learn music. 

Manas was very excited to live in town and meet new people and see new places, try new things. In town, he lived in a hostel and after months of hardship because of his unmatchable talent got a scholarship in college. To Manas, this world was a happy place filled with happy and kind people. In his small and happy village, he never experienced any feelings that made him sad. Of course, the village life was tough. But he worked hard with a bright smile, like his grandmother.

In the town, life was a lot rough and, people, even more. Smiling was not common. Life had a different speed. People were fast as lightning, and so was day and night.

In no time he was labelled as an outcast. Ragged by senior, looked down and pranked by classmates, therefore always getting scolded by teachers, and doing punishments( not able to attend the classes). 

Still, he loved there, while others laughed at him he laughed together with them, did whatever his seniors told him to, also received the punishments diligently. 

That, was his dream place, his grandmother's dream place. He dreamt of one day bringing his grandmother there and performing in front of her.

He kept on singing Happy songs, it was hard because in the morning no birds were chirping instead there were horns honking, there was no fresh wind blowing the air was polluted, the raindrops never hit the ground, instead, they hit the windshields of the cars, 

However, he smiled at his grandmother.

But time goes on no matter what. It went on. And the little child started growing into an adult. The honest kid became an expert on a fake smile and fake sympathy. 

During college as he expected he learned a lot. He faced negativity, made friends with depression, learned to compress feelings, to escape from reality, to hide one's true self and show what others wanted to see. Seeing more of this world, facing all these random situations helped him becoming even a greater musician, and singer. 

He lived as he died day by day. As he shut everyone out there was only a string of happiness attached to him, his grandmother. 

He talked to her daily. However, he never shared what he really felt but talking to her made him happy and alive. 

You never stop ageing. You age every day. And so does Manas's grandmother. After living a long, happy and satisfactory life with her beloved, grandson she died.

Manas was devastated more saddened as he never gets to perform in front of his grandmother.

After doing the rites of his late grandmother, and taking some days off he came back to his normal life. He was still in his 20's but you can see his wrinkles along his lip line. Dark circles under the eyes. As a student, he was top in his class but was always an outcast. All the activities by his fellow classmates and seniors started making him shallow. The happy everlastingly smiling and positive boy was now a sad musician who wrote only sad lyrics and sung only sad songs. Sunk into depression he didn't go to his college for 4 day 

Later on the 5th day, they found his body in his dorm. In the suicide note, he wrote 

" There is no need for me to actually leave a suicide note because no one cares. 

I am writing it to just say that ' it's a suicide ' "

Moral: The most positive person has the potential to be the most negative one. Don't give them the chance. 

Stay happy, stay healthy 

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